From the showdown to be a hundred billion gods

Jiang Chen drove the car, left the villa, went directly to the vegetable market, and bought black-bone chicken.

Before Jiang Chen was cooking, he could only say it was ok.

But after possessing God-level cooking skills, his cooking skills are simply innocent.

Soon, a pot of fragrant black-bone chicken soup was ready.

The taste is delicious and the aroma is tangy.

Is this really what I did?

Jiang Chen smelled it, and it was incredibly fragrant.

Take a bite and hit the taste buds.

This black chicken soup should be able to cure Xuan'er's anorexia.

Jiang Chen held up the black chicken soup and carried it to the hospital.

Coming to the hospital, Jiang Chen came to the nurse's station.

"May I ask which room Miss Lin Xuaner is in."

"In room 118."

Jiang Chen nodded and walked in the direction the nurse pointed, carrying the black chicken soup.

The nurse said curiously: "Did you smell it? What did it smell just now?"

"Of course it smells, it seems to be the black chicken soup in the hands of that young man."

Jiang Chen walked all the way, and almost everyone held their noses to smell the fragrance of this black chicken soup.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Lin Xuan'er was infusing the nutrient solution.

Seeing Jiang Chen, Lin Xuan'er was stunned.

Lin Xuan'er glared at the secretary fiercely: "You stinky girl actually betrayed me."

Jiang Chen said in a bad mood: "You girl who is so sick don't tell me, do you still treat me as a friend?"

"I, am I afraid you are busy?"

Jiang Chen asked: "You girl tells you to stay a little longer and just don't listen. This time you are all right, so get sick."

Lin Xuan'er grieved: "I don't want to either!"

Jiang Chen took the black-bone chicken soup and said, "I made black-bone chicken soup for you. Try to see if you can drink it."

"But I can't eat, I will vomit if I eat."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "The soup I make is different."

Speaking, Jiang Chen opened the lid of the black chicken soup.

In an instant, a scent of fragrance floated out.

"Oh my God, it smells so fragrant." Lin Xuan'er sighed.

"Haha, how about it."

Xiaoli couldn't help but said, "Otherwise, can I take a sip too? I'm so greedy."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Seeing you have been taking care of Xuan'er, I will award you a bowl!"

With that said, Jiang Chen held a bowl for Lin Xuan'er and Xiao Li.

Xiaoli took a sip: "Brother Jiang, the soup you made is so delicious."

Jiang Chen smiled faintly: "Of course, the soup I made is delicious, Xuan'er, try it soon."

Xuan'er hesitated looking at the soup in her hand.

Recently, she has anorexia and vomits out after eating.

Therefore, she was a little worried that she would spit out what she drank.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine after drinking."

Lin Xuan'er swallowed. Although a little worried, the soup Jiang Chen made was so delicious that she couldn't help it.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan'er took a sip of soup.

Sure enough, the delicious taste made Lin Xuan'er appetite immediately.

The last bowl of soup was clean, and even the chicken legs in it were eaten.

"Oh my god, it won't happen, I actually ate so much."

Looking at the empty bottom of the bowl, Lin Xuan'er was also shocked.

At this time, the old man in the next room suddenly raised his nose and sniffed.

"Xiao Liang, what makes this smell so fragrant."

"Dad, it looks like chicken soup."

"I want to drink chicken soup."

"What?" The young man stood up suddenly.

The old man with anorexia major does not want to eat anything at all.

But now he took the initiative to say he wanted to eat.

This is too incredible.

"Dad, wait, I will go home and make chicken soup for you."

"No, no, I just want to drink this flavor of chicken soup." The old man swallowed.

"Well, I'll go and see where the fragrance comes from."

Jiang Chen, Lin Xuan'er, and Xiaoli were chatting, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Xiaoli opened the door, and a young man walked in with some embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry, may I ask if this chicken soup belongs to you."

Seeing the young man staring at the chicken soup, Jiang Chen nodded: "Well, I made it for my girlfriend."

The young man was a little embarrassed: "Can you hold me a bowl? My father smelled the fragrance, and he wants to drink it too."

As if afraid of Jiang Chen’s misunderstanding, the young man continued to explain: “My father recently got anorexia and couldn’t eat anything. He just smelled your chicken soup and suddenly wanted to eat.”

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded: "It's okay, I'll serve you a bowl."

The young man was grateful and went out carrying the bowl.

The old man saw the chicken soup and couldn't wait to pick up the spoon.

The young man was embarrassed when he saw the old man: "Dad, slow down and don't burn it."

The old man sipped the chicken soup one bite at a time, and even ate the chicken inside.

At this time, the doctor was rounding the ward and was stunned when he saw the old man eating with a bowl.

The old man suffers from severe anorexia, how can he eat so much.

"What do you give the old man?" the doctor asked in shock.

"It's chicken soup made by a little brother in the next ward." The young man said.

"Ah, it's true, it's the first time I've seen anorexic patients eat so many things after so many years of medical experience."

The doctor came to Lin Xuan'er's ward.

Seeing Lin Xuan'er eating chicken with a rice cooker was completely speechless.

He looked at Jiang Chen in shock: "Little brother, how do you make this bowl of chicken soup? It's amazing."

"Haha, just put a little exclusive formula."

The doctor looked at Lin Xuan'er, who had a round belly and said, "Well, you don't need to be hospitalized. Your anorexia should be cured by this chicken soup."

Lin Xuan'er finished the discharge procedures, and said with some worry: "Jiang Chen, what should I do if I only eat what you make for me now."

Jiang Chen smiled faintly: "It's easy to say, I'll cook what you want to eat in the future."

Sending Lin Xuan'er home, Jiang Chen let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I have a god-level cooking skill, otherwise Lin Xuaner's anorexia would be really troublesome.

At this time, Jiang Chen's cell phone rang.

"Is it Mr. Jiang?" A woman's voice came across.

"Director Sun, do you have something to do with me?" Jiang Chen smiled.

"Our TV station's variety shows have always been weak, so I want to make a popular variety show. I want to ask you to help?"

"How can I help?" Jiang Chen asked suspiciously.

"I think your talent should be able to help us create a popular variety show."

[Ding, the host gets the sign-in task to create a variety show with the highest ratings!

The task really came.

Originally, Sun Wei in "The Palace" could be regarded as doing herself a favor. Jiang Chen originally planned to pay this favor. Now that he has a task, Jiang Chen has to help.

At this time, a variety show appeared in Jiang Chen's mind.

It was "The Good Voice of China" which was very popular in the past life

That's right, Jiang Chen is going to be the most popular Chinese music show.